Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', whas
You got to love yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
to lace this game, nigga
Do it the way we do it E 4 0, Charlie Hustle

Look, I went from rags to riches, stank to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz cars to TV's in
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I can't see it no way

I mines, Hot Boys
Slip up my click rides, get shot, boy
how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin' niggaz
Then where yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get this cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and that action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage

I'm all about that luxury, I'm 'bout
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin' to accept it

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot

Freezer burn platinum on my
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch
(Look at me)

I'm like that, it's like that,
I'm like that, it's that
(Look at me)

Charlie Hustle on it in the lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' times, gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right to me is the call from the frogs

Sound on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it in my lap
Smokin' with the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle up

I don't associate or surround with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants snitches affidavits stool
Marks simple sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it real tough
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers,

Gangsters, that might not even look like
trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
Those niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers as hoodlums thugs
House strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys

Man, like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy some
TV's when I ride bitch
And I'ma these hoes behind Limo tints

my dreams, I'm a rich, bitch
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a
Shine, sellin' got me buyin' shit
Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these hoes back to slick
So nigga that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and that hoe Hot Boy in this, bitch
So nigga, fuck that bitch, her suck yo' dick

Now, now, come the youngest
Wayne, you can me Weezy
Flyin' up the interstate in a
right behind me, I'm drivin' too fast

I pull on the grass, they want my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the
If you that you can stop us, boi, go ahead

E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys, beyotch

E-Feezy and the in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you about me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the one stun'na
Baby, Thirty-Two Gold, ya me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
off the heezy, what? Beyotch